I asked for the manager. When she arrived I told her the clerk was imprudent, nosy and insulting me with his demeanor then went to my car. I brought up a dozen yellow roses in a vase, a small bottle of red wine, two bottles of Enrico's favorite beer, lasagna in Tupperware, paper plates, butter, French bread and cheap silverware but no card. I also brought the dress and shoes he’d bought for our first liaison and put them in the closet and wore for the first time the earnings he bought. It required two trips and on the second I was pleased to see the clerk look down when I walked past.
When Enrico arrived I had the blankets pulled off the bed. He gave a puzzled look with an expression of "what's up". I smiled, led him to the table, we sat, ate and drank to small talk and explained we were eating first for a change as the lasagna was getting cold. We talked mostly about people we knew from work as he waited to figure what I was up to and behaved to avoid a potential argument. Meek was not in his character. Instead he was a "good boy" but ready to spar.
Once the food, wine and beer were gone I got up, handed him his condom, stripped and lay on the bed. He was relieved there was not going to be a spat and he was going to get it. Without foreplay or ceremony I motioned him to enter me. Mr. Supini still felt good.
I didn't move while he huffed and puffed and stared at the ceiling letting him have his last go. I was no longer emotionally attached and didn’t bother to finish. Once Mr. Supini spewed and pulled out I let him take care of the mess, got up, partially dressed in my underwear and sat by the table with the roses. I looked over to the bed where he was recharging his testosterone and announced.
He jumped up and sat next to me.
"Why? Why" What's wrong?"
"I no longer love you."
A lie, the truth was I never did. He pleaded and asked me to reconsider. It was just for more time so he could tell me it was over. I gave him a male ego sop; my husband suspected I was seeing him after discovering his phone number and gave me an ultimatum including a threat to confront his wife. I told him I wanted to reconcile with my husband, didn’t want to have his wife find out and ruin her and my husband's lives and his and my marriages. I told him we were moving to the Pacific Northwest to save our marriage.
He snarfed it down especially the lie about his wife and said during sex he already knew it was over and was not surprised, his attempt to have the last word. In truth he knew nothing, not even why I was dumping him. He bored me.
I got up, finished dressing, fixed my makeup, told him there was something in the closet and left without a kiss goodbye. In the car I turned on the radio. The station was playing Old Time Rock and Roll by Bob Seger. I laughed thinking it so appropriate for Enrico.
I resolved to get back to what our marriage had been originally. In addition to leaving the dress and shoes in the hotel closet I discarded everything Enrico gave me except the ruby ring. I stopped using Shalimar perfume and gave the earrings to the older lady at work who I confided in. Afterwards I rarely wore his ring or thought of him. A smile, however, crept up when I did knowing he never forgot the woman he did not control.
He never knew where I lived only knew my
unlisted phone number. He called it a couple of times before we moved but I
hung up when I heard his voice without responding knowing his calls were
attempts to say the last put down. I smiled imagining his frustrated frown as the
phone clicked silent.
Once we moved to the Pacific Northwest he was only a dream memory. It was only later in life I realized I was unfair to him. He was not evil or cruel, just unsophisticated yet I pounced on this to justify my being mean, the depository of my frustrations.